Serah dreamed of wolves.
At first, she thought it was because of everything that had happened recently.
The attack.
The rogues.
Damon.
The giant black wolf that haunted her thoughts.
It would have made sense.
Except this dream felt different.
Too real.
Too vivid.
Too alive.
She stood in the middle of an enormous forest bathed in silver moonlight.
The trees stretched endlessly into the distance.
Ancient.
Silent.
Watching.
A strange mist curled around her feet.
The air smelled of pine and rain.
Everything felt familiar.
Yet she knew she had never been here before.
“Hello?”
Her voice echoed softly through the trees.
No answer came.
The forest remained silent.
Then she heard footsteps.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Crunch.
Serah slowly turned.
A woman stood several feet away.
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